tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232Tue, 20 Feb 2018 22:20:02 +0000Patristic QuotesOld Lutheran QuotesNew Lutheran QuotesApocryphaNew Lutheran QuotePatristiccatechesisWeedon's BlogHomilies, Musings, and What-not from a Lutheran Chaplainhttp://weedon.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)Blogger9953125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-2838533465128584323Sat, 10 Feb 2018 23:08:00 +00002018-02-10T17:08:39.450-06:00Homily on James 1<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Chapel 2.8.18</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Invocation</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Collect</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Let us pray. Blessed Lord, since You have caused all holy Scripture to be written for our learning, grant that we may so hear them, read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest them, that by patience and comfort of Your holy Word we may embrace and ever hold fast the blessed hope of everlasting life which You have given us in our Savior Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Psalm 1</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Reading – James 1:19–25</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin-left: 36px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">19&nbsp;Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; 20&nbsp;for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God. 21&nbsp;Therefore put away all filthiness and rampant wickedness and receive with meekness the implanted word, which is able to save your souls.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin-left: 36px; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin-left: 36px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">22&nbsp;But be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves. 23&nbsp;For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks intently at his natural face in a mirror. 24&nbsp;For he looks at himself and goes away and at once forgets what he was like. 25&nbsp;But the one who looks into the perfect law, the law of liberty, and perseveres, being no hearer who forgets but a doer who acts, he will be blessed in his doing.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin-left: 36px; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Homily</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You can’t help but wonder if James had heard Jesus deliver the Sermon on the Mount. It seems to lurk in the background a lot in his epistle. Jesus had spoken of those who hear his words and do them. He called them like wise men who build their house on a rock. Winds, storms, rain lashed it, but it stood. It stood through it all. It lasted. And the contrast, please note, is not with those who don’t hear his words. The contrast is exactly the one James makes: those who hear the words of Jesus but do not do what they hear. Just info. Just data stored in the memory or not, at least it passes through the mind for a while. Jesus says that hearing but not doing results in houses that come crashing down when the storms come; they’ve been built on sand. So this is a word NOT to those who never bother to darken the door of the church and hear the word, but to those who are always sitting in pews listening. It’s aimed at you. At me.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Striking, then, that the first thing our reading today wants us to do is to be quick to listen and conversely slow to speak. Two ears. One mouth. There’s a reason. And the warning against the rush to anger which is the rush to judgment. Our getting angry, all worked up, never produces the righteousness that God is after, either in us or in others. So if we are to “do” the Word we hear there, we’ll slow down. We’ll pray God as we do in Evening Prayer: “Set a watch before my mouth, O Lord, and guard the door of my lips.” Instead of being hasty with our mouths, we’ll stop and consider. Think how often in Proverbs God warns us against haste in our talking! Maybe James also remembered hearing Jesus say that for every idle word we utter we will have to give an account.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our words, our anger, they can’t do much. But God’s words are different. They can do a lot. So James urges you to be done with all filthiness and rampant wickedness and in its place receive with meekness the implanted Word and he tells you that this Word is able to save, to heal your souls. It CAN produce the righteousness God requires. Implanted. Coming from the outside in. Someone putting it there. So many ways it can happen. You here listening. Opening your Bible at home. One way I love to receive the implanted word is to listen to the Scriptures on audible come prelent or Lent each year. From start to finish, the words pour in and wash over you. I listen not just because it’s absolutely fascinating (it certainly can be!) or boring (if I hear about the long lob of the liver one more time in Leviticus, really?!), but because God’s made this promise about His Word. It can save me. It can save my soul. Yours too. It’s the actor and the doer first. And you only come to act after you have let it come to live inside me and do its job of giving you faith and trust. It plants divine life in you like a seed.That’s what it means to save you and heal you: to cause faith to grow up in you that you have been loved in Christ with a love that is vast and immeasurable. Through what you hear, by the Spirit’s might, you then hold tight to your Jesus.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But, as He would say: “Why do you call me Lord, Lord and not DO what I say?” So imagine a conversation with my son back when he was a teen and planted in front of the computer playing games. “David, take out the trash.” And he says: “Got it, Dad. You want me to take out the trash!” And a half hour later, I notice David hasn’t moved and the trash is still sitting there. I say: “David, take OUT the trash.” If he were to pull the very sinful move Lutherans are prone to, he’d reply: “Ah, Dad. You’re right. I’m a dog. You told me to do it and I haven’t done it. I’m sorry.” Meanwhile, his eyes would be fixed on his computer game and he’d keep playing. “DAVID! TAKE out the trash now.” Finally, I might get through to him. You see, he was hearing, but he wasn’t doing. God wants you to do both. Hear and in the strength of what you hear, to do.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To have Jesus as your Lord is to let His Word shape and impel actions. Faith does that. Is affects how you live. Glues together what you hear with what you do. Example If I know that Jesus tells me “judge not and you will not be judged, condemn not and you will not be condemned”, and I dismiss His words with a “oh, well, everyone judges; you have to”, what good does that do? If I know that Jesus wants me to forgive those who hate me, to pray for them and bless them, and instead all I do is harbor grudges and anger in my heart, what good does that knowledge, that hearing, actually do?</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">James says when we hear, but don’t do, we’re like people with alzheimer’s glancing in a mirror and then immediately forgets what we saw, maybe even who we are. He contrasts it with the person who stares steadily into what he calls the perfect law of liberty, the finished law of freedom, and I’d argue that is JESUS, and that transforms the person from forgetful hearer to a doer who acts.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So here’s my challenge to you as we prepare to enter this Lent. It’s a challenge to myself as well. What if we weren’t David. What if we gave up the excuses. What if we listened and took to heart everything Jesus says to us in His Word. And what if instead of treating that as mere information, we received it as marching orders from Him to whom we bow the knee as our Lord? What if we began to do what we hear. To stop talking about prayer and instead to pray. To stop talking about love, and instead love. To stop making excuses about fasting or giving, and instead to fast and to give.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">What if? I’ll tell what what if: we will end up being blessed. Blessed </span><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-style: italic;">in our doing</span><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">. Venturing out on the words of Jesus you won’t come out the losers. He ventured everything and trusted His Father and He is no loser. He triumphed from garden to cross to empty tomb. He triumphed because He heard and He obeyed. “Sacrifice and burnt offering you have not desired, but you have given me an open ear...&nbsp; Lo, it is written of me in the book, I have come to do Thy will, O God.” That perfect keeping of the Father’s will He accomplished, that is your perfect righteousness AND it is also His standing invitation for you to join Him in His life. A life where you HEAR, receive the implanted word, and in its light DO. You will be blessed with Jesus.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Hymn: #577 Almighty God, Your Word is Cast</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Prayers:&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Let us pray for the whole Church of God in Christ Jesus and for all people according to their needs.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For meekness to receive the implanted Word that is able to save our souls, let us pray to the Lord.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For grace to do the Word that we have heard, let us pray to the Lord.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For hearts that long to gaze into the perfect law of liberty, let us pray to the Lord.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For forgiveness for every time we have treated God’s Word as information and not as the instructions and promises of our King, let us pray to the Lord.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For all who suffer in body, mind, or spirit, especially for Norman, Susan, Roger, Ruth, Allan, Jan and those we name in our hearts this day…., let us pray to the Lord.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For all who serve as military chaplains, and especially Joseph Watson, that they may sow the comfort of the precious Word into the hearts of our armed forces, let us pray to the Lord.</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">For every good and perfect gift which comes down from the Father of lights, who never changes, let us ask in the words that Christ Himself taught us, saying:</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our Father…</span></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.9px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Benediction</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/02/homily-on-james-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-6822179819686846576Wed, 07 Feb 2018 02:27:00 +00002018-02-06T20:27:52.406-06:00A Prayer for LentAs we prepare to enter the fast....<br /><br />Lord Jesus Christ, Eternal Word of the Father,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, the Word through whom all things were made,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, foretold by the prophets in signs and words,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, in the fullness of time conceived by the Holy Spirit,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, born of the Holy Virgin,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, hymned by the angels,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, adored by the shepherds,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, worshipped by the Magi,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, held by St. Simeon,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, praised by St. Anna,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, obedient to your parents,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, submitting to a sinner's baptism,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, fasting in the wilderness,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, driving out demons,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, cleansing the lepers,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, giving sight to the blind and hearing to the deaf,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, teaching the precepts of the kingdom,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, raising the dead,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, walking on water and changing water into wine,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, praised by the little children,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, riding into Your city as the sacrifice appointed,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, giving your body and blood to be eaten and drunk,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, praying in the garden,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, bound and mocked,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, stripped and beaten,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, innocently condemned to death,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, opening Your hands upon the cross to embrace the world,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, knowing the loneliness of our exile and our sin,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, trampling down death by death,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, pouring forth water and blood to save the world,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, sanctifying our graves by lying in a tomb,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, harrowing hell and releasing the prisoners,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, rising in victory over death and corruption,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, appearing to the disciples in the broken bread,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, ascending in triumph,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, seated at the right hand of the Father,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, High Priest who ever lives to intercede for us,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, coming on the clouds of glory to renew all things,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Lord Jesus Christ, dread Judge at the Last Day,<br />have mercy on me, a sinner.<br /><br />Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/02/a-prayer-for-lent_6.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-1357435674402508218Tue, 06 Feb 2018 15:54:00 +00002018-02-06T17:06:40.338-06:00Pure Gold<div id="compose-container" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage" style="direction: ltr;"><span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span content="Outlook Mobile for iOS" itemprop="name"></span></span> <br /><div><div style="direction: ltr;">Enjoy this goodie from Dr. Stephenson!</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="https://concordia-seminary.ca/2018/02/06/sermon-the-presentation-of-our-lord-2018/">Presentation Homily</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="acompli_signature"><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/02/pure-gold.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-3650326099517521886Thu, 18 Jan 2018 16:52:00 +00002018-01-18T10:52:03.161-06:00Confession of St. Peter ChapelConfession of St. Peter 2018<br /><br />Invocation<br /><br />Salutation and collect:<br /><br />Heavenly Father, You revealed to the apostle Peter the blessed truth that Your Son Jesus is the Christ. Strengthen us by the proclamation of this truth that we too may joyfully confess that there is salvation in no one else; through the same Jesus Christ, our Lord, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.<br /><br />Hymn: “At the Name of Jesus” 512<br /><br />Gospel: Mark 8:27—9:1<br /><br />27 And Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi. And on the way he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that I am?” 28 And they told him, “John the Baptist; and others say, Elijah; and others, one of the prophets.” 29 And he asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Christ.” 30 And he strictly charged them to tell no one about him.<br /><br />31 And he began to teach them that the Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders and the chief priests and the scribes and be killed, and after three days rise again. 32 And he said this plainly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. 33 But turning and seeing his disciples, he rebuked Peter and said, “Get behind me, Satan! For you are not setting your mind on the things of God, but on the things of man.”<br /><br />34 And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 35 For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and the gospel’s will save it. 36 For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul? 37 For what can a man give in return for his soul? 38 For whoever is ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him will the Son of Man also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.” 9 And he said to them, “Truly, I say to you, there are some standing here who will not taste death until they see the kingdom of God after it has come with power.”<br /><br />Meditation<br /><br />In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.<br /><br />So what kind of a Christ do you think he was expecting? Well, you know. The same kind you want. The fixer. The one who will address all the pressing issues that tug at your heart and occupy your mind. Oh, your list might not be the same as St. Peter’s, but that’s the point of a messiah, isn’t it? That he fixes things for us. And Jesus tells Peter and us: that’s just Satan talking. Ouch. So what kind of a Messiah IS he then?<br /><br />He tells us. Not the kind who comes to fix your list; the kind who comes to fix you. Because it’s not all that stuff that’s the problem. It’s you. You have a wound in your heart. And you keep projecting the pain out toward all the “problems” you think HE or someone needs to solve. So He comes not to fix any of them, but to fix you. To love Peter, to love you. To love with a love that will go to the end.<br /><br />He’ll so identify with you as to lift all your burdens, all your heart aches, all your shattered dreams and fears and rebellions and all the nasty thoughts and words and deeds of our lives; all your wounds. He lifts them all from you and owns them as his. He came to do that. Because that’s what love does. It identifies with another and does so without judgment, in compassion. And so the cross.<br /><br />This He came to do for you and for me. So Messiah isn’t the problem fixer. Messiah, Christ, is Lover. The one who loves you all the way into the darkest corners where you have fled. He lays down His life for you. And whether or not you welcome that and rejoice in it, or resent it and attempt to send him packing, doesn’t change His love for you one little bit. That’s the whole point of the cross. Love all the way. Love to the very end. We call it forgiveness.<br /><br />And so from His cross to yours. Because He invites you to walk this path. Not to be others’ fixers, but their lovers. To lift their sorrows and heartaches as your own. To carry them in your heart and to go on loving. Even when. Especially when they reject that love. When they betray you. When they hate you. That’s a cross, my friends, when you love and go on loving in the face of rejection and hatred. And instead of those things overcoming and embittering you and destroying you, you go right on in compassion and mercy. “Take up your cross and follow me” is His invite into such love.<br /><br />“You are the Christ” is the right answer to who He is. But that’s not the Fixer man. It’s the Lover man. And to be His is to be given over to such love and even to welcome the pain it will inevitably bring, in the confidence of resurrection. His and yours. Resurrection is where Love wins. Really wins forever. When we see the kingdom come with its power!<br /><br />In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.<br /><br />Prayer<br /><br />Let us pray. Almighty and most merciful God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, we give You thanks for all Your goodness and tender mercies, especially for the gift of Your dear Son and for the revelation of Your will and grace. Implant Your Word in us that, with good and honest hearts, we may keep it and bring forth the fruits of faith.<br /><br />We humbly implore You to rule and govern Your Church throughout the world. Bless all those who proclaim Your truth that we may be preserved in the pure doctrine of Your saving Word and that faith in You may be strengthened, love toward others increased, and Your kingdom extended. Send forth laborers into Your harvest, and sustain those whom You have sent, particularly Pr. Eric and Johanna Stinnett, serving in Ethiopia, that the Word of reconciliation may be proclaimed to all people and the Gospel preached in all the world.<br /><br />Grant health and prosperity to all who are in authority, especially to the president and congress of the United States, the governor and legislature of Missouri, and to all who make, administer and judge our laws. Grant them grace to rule according to Your good pleasure for the maintenance of righteousness and the hindrance and punishment of wickedness, that we may lead quiet and peaceful lives in all godliness and honesty.<br /><br />According to Your good pleasure, turn the hearts of our enemies and adversaries that they may cease their hostilities and walk with us in meekness and peace.<br /><br />Comfort, O God, with Your Holy Spirit, all who are in trouble, want, sickness, anguish of labor, peril of death, or any other adversity, particularly Your servants Susan, Roger, Ruth, Allen and Jan. Grant courage and steadfastness especially to those who suffer for Your name’s sake that they may receive and accept their afflictions as the manifestation of Your fatherly will.<br /><br />Although we have deserved Your righteous wrath and punishment, yet, we ask You, O most merciful Father, not to remember the sins of our youth and our many transgressions. Out of Your unspeakable goodness and mercy defend us from all harm and danger to body and soul. Preserve us from false doctrine, from war and bloodshed, from plague and pestilence, from all calamity by fire and water, from hail and tempest, from failure of harvest and from famine, from anguish of heart and despair of Your mercy, and from an evil death. In every time of trouble show Yourself a very present help, the Savior of all men, especially those who believe.<br /><br />As we are strangers and pilgrims on earth, help us by true faith and a godly life to prepare for the world to come, doing the work You have given us to do while it is day, before the night comes when no one can work. And then when our last hour comes, support us by Your power, and receive us into Your heavenly Kingdom; through Jesus Christ, our Lord, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.<br /><br />Lord, remember us in Your kingdom and teach us to pray… Our Father<br /><br />The Lord bless you and keep you…<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/01/confession-of-st-peter-chapel.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-7047674063520906177Mon, 15 Jan 2018 01:53:00 +00002018-01-14T20:00:52.372-06:00PinochleCan really be a quite stupid game, but I must confess that embarrassing as it is to BARELY lose, it is far more embarrassing getting whitewashed. Happy to report that the men did NOT get whitewashed. The ladies...well. Modesty forbids me saying more.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlCmKA-1DJI/WlwKF-hqMWI/AAAAAAAAOBk/Ri8K8U1luPMAFS-ryQ9CL8QnuwmQajg2ACLcBGAs/s1600/9B9F2A6C-3BCF-47DA-B9DD-9D63F81DA73B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlCmKA-1DJI/WlwKF-hqMWI/AAAAAAAAOBk/Ri8K8U1luPMAFS-ryQ9CL8QnuwmQajg2ACLcBGAs/s320/9B9F2A6C-3BCF-47DA-B9DD-9D63F81DA73B.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FSK2hV4A2g/WlwKGKmRaMI/AAAAAAAAOBo/dno-9e4tFX4yMP8ftv6-Eb0vK2JzmO_XQCLcBGAs/s1600/061604F7-C380-4510-96D1-5A4F31C1A45B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0FSK2hV4A2g/WlwKGKmRaMI/AAAAAAAAOBo/dno-9e4tFX4yMP8ftv6-Eb0vK2JzmO_XQCLcBGAs/s320/061604F7-C380-4510-96D1-5A4F31C1A45B.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/01/pinochle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-5030577622301588871Fri, 12 Jan 2018 00:38:00 +00002018-01-11T18:38:04.645-06:00Today’s HomilyChapel 1.11.18<br /><br />In the name of the Father…<br /><br />Let us pray. Lord Jesus Christ, be present now. Our hearts in true devotion bow. Your Spirit send with grace divine. And let Your truth within us shine. Amen.<br /><br />Psalm 67<br /><br />Reading: Isaiah 42:1-7<br /><br />Behold my servant, whom I uphold,<br />my chosen, in whom my soul delights;<br />&nbsp; I have put my Spirit upon him;<br />he will bring forth justice to the nations.<br />&nbsp;2 &nbsp;He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice,<br />or make it heard in the street;<br />&nbsp;3 &nbsp;a bruised reed he will not break,<br />and a faintly burning wick he will not quench;<br />he will faithfully bring forth justice.<br />&nbsp;4 &nbsp;He will not grow faint or be discouraged<br />till he has established justice in the earth;<br />and the coastlands wait for his law.<br />&nbsp;5 &nbsp;Thus says God, the Lord,<br />who created the heavens and stretched them out,<br />who spread out the earth and what comes from it,<br />who gives breath to the people on it<br />and spirit to those who walk in it:<br />&nbsp;6 &nbsp;“I am the Lord; I have called you in righteousness;<br />I will take you by the hand and keep you;<br />&nbsp; I will give you as a covenant for the people,<br />a light for the nations,<br />&nbsp;7 &nbsp;to open the eyes that are blind,<br />&nbsp; to bring out the prisoners from the dungeon,<br />from the prison those who sit in darkness.<br /><br />Hymn: 399<br /><br />Homily<br /><br />In the name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.<br /><br />Don’t run by it too fast. “Behold.” When God tells you to behold, He is saying, woah! Slow down. Stop. Focus. Set aside all the the busy running hither and thither and the scattered thoughts of your minds and hearts with all the stuff you think is so important and which any slight reflection reveals is absolutely not. He is urging you to actually see someone who is before us, someone who is a little more than important. He is inviting you into awe at something you would totally miss if He didn’t point it out to us, summoning to just stop and look. To see.<br /><br />Behold, my servant, whom I uphold. Behold, my chosen in whom my soul delights. I have put my Spirit on Him; he will bring forth justice to the nations.<br /><br />And so John stood in the water and witnessed the miracle. The Son, the Servant, Yahweh’s own. There before him. And Yahweh revealing Himself as Father to this one: THIS is my Son, the beloved, in whom I am tickled pink. Delighted. Overjoyed. He’s the joy of my heart. Look at Him! See Him! I have put my Spirit on Him. He will bring forth mishpat to the nations.<br /><br />We hear justice, we run to Aristotle without even realizing it. Not the equal due. Not giving each what they deserve. But the setting right of what has gone wrong. And what’s gone wrong is our lives filled with fear and judgment and shame; our not living in love. Behold, the Man and His mission. He’d say it himself: God did not send me into this world to condemn it, but to save it. I haven’t come to condemn you, but to save you. Mishpat to the nations isn’t giving the nations their comeuppins. Mishpat is setting right what is wrong by pouring out the Spirit, who resides on and in Him and flows through Him to bring love back again. Spirit. Love. They run together. God has poured His love into our hearts by the Spirit He has given us. And love just isn’t about comeuppins.<br /><br />Behold the servant, the delight of His Father, filled with the Spirit, headed to the cross to hand over that Spirit to the world. &nbsp;Behold Him as He sets to work and be in awe. He is not noisy or threatening. He doesn’t cry aloud or lift up his voice or make it heard in the street. There is about Him a quietness, a gentleness. A bruised reed, he will not break. A faintly burning wick he will not quench. This is the justice He brings. A tender and a healing hand. Not to condemn you, but to save you. Not to destroy you, but to heal you. And He continues His patient work all the way to the end: to the cross. Do you see and hear His silence before Pilate? He is faithfully “bringing forth” justice. Birthing it in the pains of His passion. The setting right of what has gone so utterly wrong. Mark remninded us of one for all and all for one. On the cross it was all against one, but that one was for us all. Faithfully and without fainting or being discouraged He walks the path, love “to the end” to the fulfilment, till He establishes this justice and the ends of the earth, the coastlands, wait for His instruction.<br /><br />And to Him the Father speaks, the Father who created the heavens and the earth, the Father who gives breath to the people on it, the Spirit to those who walk on it, for in Him we live and move and have our being, He says: “I am Yahweh. I have called you in righteousness. You, my beloved Son. I will take you by the hand and keep you. I will give you as a covenant for the people and a light for the nations. To open blind eyes, to bring prisoners out from the gloomy dungeon and the darkness.”<br /><br />This is the mission of your Jesus, and the comfort from the Father in which He accomplished it all. He lived His life in the hand of His Father and in His Father’s delighting in Him, and so He knew that His whole being was a gift that His Father would give as an unbreakable promise to the people, as a light for the gentiles. He is the gift that would open the eyes that were blind and bring the prisoners out of the gloom and darkness. Eyes that were blind to the Father’s heart of love for you. Prisoners trapped in a darkness and gloom whereby you judged others nonstop and judged yourself hardest of all except for the judgment that you judged God with. Gloomy darkness indeed. The darkness of imagining that God hates you and is in fact your enemy because if he gave you your just reward, you are headed straight to hell and you know it. Into that darkness, a light shines and it breaks the shackles and it sets free.<br /><br />In the gift of the Son you see the truth for the first time. You see what really is. In His gentle touch. In His kind words to you: Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy laden. I will give you rest. Take my yoke on you. Learn from me. I am gentle and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls. THAT rest is the mishpat He came to bring to the nations, to the peoples, to you and to me.<br /><br />In these Epiphany days, it is our duty and delight to invite one and all to join us in stopping the hurrying and the distractions and to behold for a bit the glory of God in the face of Christ, His Servant, our blessed hope and joy. Behold. My servant. Behold. A bruised reed he does not break. Behold He won’t stop until He brings it to pass. Behold, God is love. Behold, God loves you. Behold, how He loves you. Behold, Jesus.<br /><br />In the name of the Father and of the + Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.<br /><br />Prayers<br /><br />Living God, eternal Father in heaven, we give You thanks for the multitude of Your tender mercies and Your loving-kindness, which have been from of old. We bless You for creating us for everlasting life, redeeming us in Your Son, Jesus Christ, from all sin and destruction, and calling us by Your Spirit to the knowledge of Your glory. O Lord, we are not worthy of the least of all the mercies and truth which You daily show us. It is of Your mercy that we are consumed, because Your compassions do not fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. Give us day by day an increasing sense of Your bountiful goodness so that drawn in love to You we may surrender and consecrate to You our own selves and all that we possess, to the glory of Your holy name. And as no unclean person shall stand in Your sight, blot out our transgressions by the merits of Jesus Christ, the Righteous, and grant us Your grace that we may not deceive ourselves and excuse our sin, but confess them and be cleansed of them. Lord, in Your mercy, R.<br /><br />Do not allow Your Word to return to You empty. Instruct both young and old in the truths of Your Gospel. Enlighten and sanctify all ministers of Your Word. Cause all hearers to receive that Word not only in the ears but in their hearts. Surround Your whole Christian Church with Your unending mercy. Stretch forth Your right hand and Your holy arm to prevent the evil one from disturbing Your children by his wicked plans. Lord, in Your mercy, R.<br /><br />Look with favor on all civil rulers and those under their authority, that they may faithfully discharge their duties according to Your will. Direct &nbsp;by Your Holy Spirit all who are invested with authority in our national and state governments, that they may truly and impartially administer justice, for the punishment of wickedness and for the maintenance of righteousness and order. Grant us peace, our daily bread, and deliver us from evil all our days. Lord, in Your mercy, R.<br /><br />Have mercy on those still living in the darkness of unbelief, and bring them to know Your dear Son. You did not create man for vanity, so send faithful laborers into Your harvest and sustain those whom You have sent, particularly Pr. Tim Rosenthal, serving as chaplain in the armed forces, that they may proclaim Your truth with boldness. Lord, in Your mercy, R.<br /><br />Remember in mercy, Kezia and all women with child. Grant them increasing happiness in their blessings. Lord, in Your mercy, R.<br /><br />O faithful Father, we commend to Your care all Your children throughout the world who cry to You in suffering or illness, injury or injustice, especially Your servants Susan, Roger Ruth, Allan and Jan. When You decide to try us in the furnace of affliction, comfort us anew, that we may behold Your glory and praise You. Lord, in Your mercy, R.<br /><br />O Lord, we beg You, hear our prayer, and do not let our petition fail, for the sake of the perfect redemption and powerful intercession of Jesus Christ, our Lord, who also taught us to pray:<br /><br />Our Father<br /><br />The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all. Amen.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/01/todays-homily.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-1539539721653092030Sun, 07 Jan 2018 02:31:00 +00002018-01-06T20:41:08.194-06:00The Epiphany Proclamation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nRUYWQ7Cdgw/WlGIqKeooEI/AAAAAAAAOAY/1ej1jrgWh54giDdXcmLj1UcHjQYHpo-_ACLcBGAs/s1600/36C12E5C-FD31-432E-8604-BDD0B3B32829.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1179" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nRUYWQ7Cdgw/WlGIqKeooEI/AAAAAAAAOAY/1ej1jrgWh54giDdXcmLj1UcHjQYHpo-_ACLcBGAs/s320/36C12E5C-FD31-432E-8604-BDD0B3B32829.jpeg" width="235" /></a></div>Pastor, following ancient practice, read this to us tonight after the Holy Gospel and before the Nicene Creed:<br /><br />Epiphany Announcement, A+D 2018<br />After the Reading of the Gospel, the Pastor of the parish makes the following announcement.<br /><br />Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,<br /><br />The glory of the LORD has shone upon us, and shall ever manifest itself among us until the day of His return. Through the rhythms and changes of time let us call to mind and live the mysteries of salvation.<br /><br />The center of the whole liturgical year is the Paschal Triduum of the Lord, crucified, buried and risen, which will culminate in the solemn Vigil of Easter, during the holy night that will end with the dawn of the first day of April. Every Sunday, as in a weekly Easter, Christ's Holy Church around the world makes present that great and saving deed by which Christ has forever conquered sin and death.<br /><br />From Easter there comes forth and are reckoned all the days we keep holy: Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Lenten spring, the fourteenth day of February; the Ascension of the Lord, the tenth day of May; and Pentecost, the twentieth day of May; the first Sunday of Advent, the second day of December.<br /><br />Likewise in the feasts of Mary, of the Apostles, of all the Saints, and in the commemoration of the faithful departed, the pilgrim Church on earth proclaims the resurrection of Jesus Christ our Lord.<br /><br />To Christ who was, who is, and who is to come, the Lord of time and history, be endless praise forever and ever!<br />C: Amen.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-epiphany-proclamation.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-5269468248151929159Sun, 07 Jan 2018 02:20:00 +00002018-01-06T20:42:27.543-06:00A Few Thoughts on the Epiphany CollectI think the old <i>Service</i> <i>Book</i> <i>and</i> <i>Hymnal</i> did a better job than <i>The</i> <i>Lutheran</i> <i>Hymnal</i> or any of our modern books in getting the point of the traditional Latin collect for the day:<br /><br /><i>Deus qui hodierna die unigenitum tuum gentibus stella duce revelasti, concede propitius ut qui iam te ex fide cognouimus, usque ad conteplandam speciem tuae celsitudinis perducamur.</i><br /><br />O God, who on this day by the leading of a star didst reveal thine only-begotten Son to the Gentiles: Mercifully grant that we, who know thee now by faith, may be brought to contemplate the beauty of thy Majesty. SBH<br /><br />Rather than “brought” though I think the sense of the <i>perducamur</i>, as Reed notes, is “may be led on,” evoking the leading of the wisemen by the star.<br /><br /><i>TLH</i>&nbsp;had “grant us the fruition of Thy glorious godhead.” I remember as a vicar asking pastor what that even meant and he confessed that he wasn’t sure. <i>LSB</i>&nbsp;asks “to enjoy in heaven the fullness of Your divine presence.” I think this loses somewhat the reference to the beatific vision and replaces it with a generic heaven and “presence.” It seems to me that we are impoverished in our thinking if we put that contemplation merely in heaven. It’s true that now we see through a glass darkly, but see we still do. As St. Paul wrote to the Corinthians: “And we all, beholding with unveiled face, the glory of the Lord are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another.” This praying to be led into the contemplation of the beauty of the Lord’s majesty, His highness, is the perfect way to enter the season of Epiphany when in one manifestation after another, we will behold the beauty of the Lord in His merciful and tender kindness to mankind; a beauty whose splendor grows and shines most brightly on the darkness of Calvary, as pastor reminded us this evening.<br /><br />“One thing have I desired of the Lord; that will I seek after, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in His temple.” Psalm 27<br /><br />Blessed Epiphany, one and all! The Light shines!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2018/01/a-few-thoughts-on-epiphany-collect.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-1454702920516325699Sun, 31 Dec 2017 17:47:00 +00002017-12-31T11:51:48.628-06:00On the seventh day of Christmas...<span style="font-family: inherit;">...the folks at St. Paul were treated to another outstanding sermon by one of our outstanding pastors. Thanks to Pr. Gleason for letting me post this!</span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Sermon for the First Sunday after Christmas&nbsp;</span></b><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;">Luke 2:25-40<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">There is a certain cartoon printed each year at this time. It depicts the present year as a tired, old man trudging to the end of his course where he greets the new year pictured as an impish baby, usually with a top hat. It’s a somber moment as well as a light one. It’s an end and a beginning, a consummation as well as hope for tomorrow. That image is not unlike today’s Gospel—the meeting of the very old and very young, an end and a beginning, the fulfillment of a long-awaited hope. The Gospel lesson reminds us that our life in Christ is a journey from a&nbsp;<i>new birth&nbsp;</i>to a&nbsp;<i>good death</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Certainly that was how Simeon and Anna looked upon the Christ Child. The scene is the temple in Jerusalem when Jesus was only 40 days old. Joseph and Mary had come to perform two Old Testament rites—purification (which was for women after giving birth), and the sacrifice required for all firstborn sons. To this family, the old man named Simeon walked, asking to hold the baby. What a touching scene that followed—the aged man cradling the newborn in his frail arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">But there’s more to the picture. To the parents amazement, the old fellow broke forth in a song. It was a heartfelt hymn of thanks for this Child. Simeon was overcome with joy because his eyes beheld God’s&nbsp;<i>“salvation,”</i>&nbsp;that is, the Christ Child cradled in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Then there was the other old figure, an 84 year old widow named Anna. Like most widows of that day, Anna was quite poor. She depended on the alms and generosity of the temple for her livelihood. She came by at that moment and heard Simeon’s song. She, too, hurried to see the child. Why all the fuss? What excited these two aged saints? It’s really quite simple.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">The hope and prospect of meeting this babe had been the&nbsp;<i>focus of their entire lives</i>. Simeon is described simply as a pious, God-fearing man. He was one of the few left who had read, understood, and believed the Old Testament promises concerning the Messiah. That day marked the zenith of his aged life. In some wondrous way, the Holy Spirit told him he would see the Messiah before his death. And then the Spirit moved him that day to go to the temple at the right moment. There he saw the glorious fulfillment of his hopes. Likewise, the elderly prophetess, Anna, was numbered with those still looking for&nbsp;<b><i>“the redemption of Jerusalem.”</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Now it had all come true. Simeon and Anna were old, yes, but their future beamed brightly. God had kept His holy Word; now this aged pair stood on death’s door fearless and confident. Simeon and Anna had as much joy as anyone could hope for—and more. I wonder how many people today, at the end of the year, only a few days after Christmas, can say that.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">The mood of these post-Christmas days is usually a bit depressing for many people. Many are blue simply because Christmas is over. Vacation is brief and soon will end. Christmas toys may be found already broken. Some gifts came as disappointments and were promptly returned. A lot of folks are already taking down their decorations. Another Christmas has come and gone, and for most people that means farewell to the joy of the season.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">The reason for all this is because so many people celebrate Christmas only like a birthday party. Birthdays come once a year, a time for brief happiness—tempered by the fact we are another year older. There’s no real lasting significance, though, to the average birthday celebration. And year after year people treat Christmas like a once-a-year festival where, for a while, the past is forgotten and the future ignored. The big attractions are the presents to be opened and the feast to be devoured. Oh, many are touched by the quaint, old “legend” about a cuddly baby laid in a manger, but less than a week later the thrill is gone and the baby forgotten. The only interest and prospect now is the bottle of champagne to be opened at the New Year’s Eve bash. Let’s face it, many people treat God and His Son with little more than sweet affection and passing interest at Christmas. Afterwards they pack them away just like the figures in a nativity scene.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">But, Christmas is not the story of innocent sweetness that has no bearing on “real life.” When you get right down to it, Christmas is a matter of life and death. Even in the midst of all his joy, Simeon realized this all too keenly. He prophesied that that baby would split the world, separating the people of God from all the rest, including the pretenders. Surely when King Herod sent his troops to slaughter the babes of Bethlehem, Simeon’s words were painfully evident. He also said Mary’s own heart would be pierced with sorrow over her Son and His mission. One wonders as she watched Jesus die on Good Friday, if Simeon’s words came painfully back to Mary’s mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">It is joyful to sing a song of Christmas, to hold a candle in church on Christmas Eve, to exchange gifts, and to eat the feast. But, if that’s the&nbsp;<i>only</i>&nbsp;place Christmas has in your year, you’ve missed the point! We who are gathered here today apparently understand that; we are here to keep celebrating Christmas. What remains for us is to learn anew the lesson of Simeon and Anna.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">The Nativity of our Lord is a matter of life and death—of&nbsp;<i>new life</i>&nbsp;in Him and a&nbsp;<i>good death</i>&nbsp;in Him. Simeon teaches us how vital it is to build life on Christ, the Rock of our Salvation. When our life’s foundation is built on Him, no storm or sorrow can rob us of our true joy. The Bible speaks of Christ as a Rock that will either save or destroy us. His death on Good Friday and His resurrection on Easter Sunday will either cause life for all who trust in Him and His promises, or they will cause the death of those who reject Him and His Word of life. To keep Him as a tiny babe with no real claim on life is a sure way to get crushed—a sure way of making every Christmas a disappointment. How sad! For Jesus was born in Bethelehem and died on Calvary to save us from our sins, paying the enormous debt of sin we all owed God. He came, not to condemn us, not to disappoint us; He came that we might have life in all its abundance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">With Simeon, we must learn that having Christ brings true peace. His words are a fitting confession for us, too:&nbsp;<b><i>“Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.”</i></b>&nbsp;It’s not that we’re planning on dying soon—God willing. Rather, we mean&nbsp;<i>“Here, O Lord, is my whole life. You gave it. You saved it. Now free me to be Your servant—free me from spiritual shallowness and guilt, and from past and future fears.”</i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">And, from Anna, we learn the lasting joy of rendering service to God, of living in God’s temple and worshiping regularly. Here we feast on the Bread of Life—His Word and Sacrament. From them we receive the grace to join Anna in living the devout life, of telling and showing others, perhaps especially our children, that Jesus is for every day of the year. With her, we daily look for the redemption that is ours in Christ.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Well, soon that top-hatted, sashed baby boy named “2018” will crawl into our lives. Once again, it will be the passing away of the old and the beginning of the new, the consummation of one year and the hope of another. My prayer for all of us is that we, like Simeon and Anna, greet the future with the joy and hope of Christmas fixed firmly in our hearts. And, with that joy, to love and live with abandon for God, for surely our new birth in Christ will carry us to a good death in Christ!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">Amen.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/on-seventh-day-of-christmas.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-6660297114313818441Sun, 31 Dec 2017 02:08:00 +00002017-12-30T20:10:24.241-06:00A bit of a whirlwind trip......up to Sheldon, Wisconsin to spend a couple days with the Herberts, as Lauren was having a bit of minor surgery. I tried an expirament and left my iPad Pro at home and found out that the iPhone 8 Plus worked just super all by itself.<br /><br />Cindi, of course, tried the inverse experiment. She brought her iPad mini AND LEFT IT UP THERE. Ugh. She’s debating leaving it until Lauren makes the trek down this way for Bekah’s shower. I’m skeptical, but she pointed out that none of our children use their iPads much at all anymore; they all rely on their phones almost exclusively. We’ll see.<br /><br />It was, of course, bitter cold. The temperature this morning was -16 with a windchill of -34. But whenever I was tempted to complain, I thought of those poor Amish (they live in the midst of many of them!), driving with their horses and buggies! Brrrrrr.<br /><br />Some pics...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7RlC2cc5yE/WkhF5w1HonI/AAAAAAAAN-g/xXGbNNF0uPQB3vrKdV-TTed7Tp1nT6lAACLcBGAs/s1600/5E21EE1D-65DE-490A-BE58-0D76BEACEC71.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--7RlC2cc5yE/WkhF5w1HonI/AAAAAAAAN-g/xXGbNNF0uPQB3vrKdV-TTed7Tp1nT6lAACLcBGAs/s320/5E21EE1D-65DE-490A-BE58-0D76BEACEC71.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSt5SD8QUX0/WkhF-srzLgI/AAAAAAAAN-o/j_EDHC2oBW4Po7Gmlq-DSCtk-TPBjjyNwCLcBGAs/s1600/83355870-D0D9-4817-AA59-A6F8B611BA56.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSt5SD8QUX0/WkhF-srzLgI/AAAAAAAAN-o/j_EDHC2oBW4Po7Gmlq-DSCtk-TPBjjyNwCLcBGAs/s320/83355870-D0D9-4817-AA59-A6F8B611BA56.jpeg" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XypW4xzP3QI/WkhF-U7FUvI/AAAAAAAAN-k/G3pbsxmZ4sYko2tahA6DkVPowwsMSGeHACLcBGAs/s1600/AFCC12F5-64B8-48CD-8705-638CF980B05D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XypW4xzP3QI/WkhF-U7FUvI/AAAAAAAAN-k/G3pbsxmZ4sYko2tahA6DkVPowwsMSGeHACLcBGAs/s320/AFCC12F5-64B8-48CD-8705-638CF980B05D.jpeg" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1-RSV_PRK4/WkhF-mhlTMI/AAAAAAAAN-s/AzmYzKahQeYLo5UQwHXhFf2nOh3J7-m0gCLcBGAs/s1600/E62F9B68-1E30-428F-BFCC-6CE3E7B56ABF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1-RSV_PRK4/WkhF-mhlTMI/AAAAAAAAN-s/AzmYzKahQeYLo5UQwHXhFf2nOh3J7-m0gCLcBGAs/s320/E62F9B68-1E30-428F-BFCC-6CE3E7B56ABF.jpeg" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWdCTROMV2Q/WkhGBHmUuGI/AAAAAAAAN-w/9Sb3ld_0Xps0Zt48AL9Ky3Bfq5ElL2qgwCLcBGAs/s1600/ECDDB4BF-E929-490F-8105-F2C64DF502B6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWdCTROMV2Q/WkhGBHmUuGI/AAAAAAAAN-w/9Sb3ld_0Xps0Zt48AL9Ky3Bfq5ElL2qgwCLcBGAs/s320/ECDDB4BF-E929-490F-8105-F2C64DF502B6.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-bit-of-whirlwind-trip.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-2087453426754434795Thu, 28 Dec 2017 16:52:00 +00002017-12-28T10:53:12.942-06:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2s4KbWeiSc8/WkUheoAVY_I/AAAAAAAAN-M/Scy-Rq-uprQjvAOlSoguaWS4AoFZHCuXQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_0977-792957.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2s4KbWeiSc8/WkUheoAVY_I/AAAAAAAAN-M/Scy-Rq-uprQjvAOlSoguaWS4AoFZHCuXQCK4BGAYYCw/s320/IMG_0977-792957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6504642046825161714" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-5960107397924649159Tue, 26 Dec 2017 00:31:00 +00002017-12-25T19:51:53.432-06:00A Few Advent / Christmas Reflections from a Fellow Pew Sitter<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">The relative oddity of Rorate Coeli in the morning and Christmas Eve at sunset...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">The collect for that fourth Sunday struck a chord: “that the sins which weigh us down may be quickly lifted by Your grace and mercy.” What lifts the weight of your sin from you when you think it is so heavy that you want to stop even trying to keep moving? The grace and mercy of the Lord Jesus. They lift the burden and not gradually and slowly, but surprisingly and suddenly. When you see them all on Him and that He is carrying them and you are free. Free to dance for joy on the way into the Kingdom. What we could not bear, He came among us to bear for us. So unfathomably great is His love...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">An early Christmas dinner for the family as the snow fell. It is true that “no warmth that in a family dwells” can compare with the shocking truth that “God was man in Palestine / And lives today in bread and wine;” still there was abundant warmth!...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">The most wondrous Christmas service for the children ever. For the children or by the children? Despite pastor in his beautiful cope leading the Lessons and Carols, the children were the lectors. They had learned the prophesies and passages by heart and recited them so beautifully. They sang and in parts. They played chimes. They played strings. Amazing joy. A solemn litany closed out the service that left your heart swelling in joy...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">Some time back at the house and carols with the family and friends...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">Back to the Church to sing for the first Divine Service or Mass of Christmas. Verbum caro factum est. David’s lovely job on “O Holy Night.” All the stanzas of Von Himmel Hoch during distribution with a great variety of vocal and instrumental accompaniment. A solemn and beautiful liturgy with the usual incense. Pastor used one of the old prayers from Lutheran Liturgy for Christmas Eve. Awe at all that Kantor Muth was able to pull together for this year...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">A short night’s sleep and back to church to run through the music for choir for the final Divine Service of Christmas (the traditional “third Mass” but we never do the dawn service, so the visit of the shepherds gets shortchanged!). Reading of the Kalends (our little bit of Matins appended to the start of the Divine Service); “O Come, All Ye Faithful” to “We Praise You Jesus at Your Birth” to a wonderful homily by Pr. Ball on the Word Made Flesh to Praetorius’ “To Us a Child” (choir) to “Of the Father’s Love” to “Hark! The Herald Angels” to “Now Sing We Now Rejoice” to “Joy to the World.” All of that laced around Divine Service 3, richly sung in parts. I confess that I do not approve of any Lutheran Christmas Service for the final service ending in anything but “Now Sing We” (<a href="https://youtu.be/Q3p6nAaOmyU">Praetorius</a> just kind of ruins any other ending, you know?), but at least we got to sing it ALMOST at the end...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">I did wonder during the collect of the day for Christmas (hits me every year) what on earth the committee was thinking to OMIT the “new” in the collect and just render it “the birth.” TLH: “...that the new birth of Thine only begotten Son in the flesh may set us free, who are held in the old bondage under the yoke of sin.” This is utterly faithful to the original: “Concéde quæsumus omnípotens Deus: ut nos Unigéniti tui nova per carnem natívitas líberet, quos sub peccáti jugo vetústa sérvitus tenet.” I THINK people thought it sounded like Christ was born anew each year; but of course, that’s not what it said or what it meant. There was something utterly NEW about Christ’s birth in the flesh, for it was sinless. And we desperately need to be joined to this new birth, and that is the gift of Baptism. The loss of the “new” in reference to the birth loses the tight tie into the Baptismal epistle from Titus 3, and Luther’s sermon that we must exchange our old birth for His new one! When folks set out to improve the liturgy, I find almost invariably they end up doing something that the next generation will need hopefully carefully set back in place...&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">Then home to feast a bit more: Praetorius’ Mass for Christmas Day and then the Christmas Oratorio by Bach... Thanks to the pastors and musicians at St. Paul’s who gave us such a joyous, rich, and dignified celebration of the nativity.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;">A few pics:</span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrhvkAe4LOg/WkGYIZn_JoI/AAAAAAAAN9I/7cEZBzhQjagYXd-0I5-gXYhjTXa3ZFzdwCLcBGAs/s1600/6EC8A437-C873-4F2A-8202-E2B907409CFB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lrhvkAe4LOg/WkGYIZn_JoI/AAAAAAAAN9I/7cEZBzhQjagYXd-0I5-gXYhjTXa3ZFzdwCLcBGAs/s320/6EC8A437-C873-4F2A-8202-E2B907409CFB.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TOulpwChGI/WkGYJCkxxHI/AAAAAAAAN9Q/FV7dO9qoeRY-NrmewsZBxpu0atdV2B2CACLcBGAs/s1600/8C09C696-3F3F-4485-B3C8-1FA7546E347C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/--TOulpwChGI/WkGYJCkxxHI/AAAAAAAAN9Q/FV7dO9qoeRY-NrmewsZBxpu0atdV2B2CACLcBGAs/s320/8C09C696-3F3F-4485-B3C8-1FA7546E347C.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-okFmasR1odA/WkGYItFebHI/AAAAAAAAN9M/Rp6FLzC-T9A7SaU1iuRIgxX0XaQ6lNKKACLcBGAs/s1600/2856F135-0F03-4212-ABBA-4005A65FB0A1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-okFmasR1odA/WkGYItFebHI/AAAAAAAAN9M/Rp6FLzC-T9A7SaU1iuRIgxX0XaQ6lNKKACLcBGAs/s320/2856F135-0F03-4212-ABBA-4005A65FB0A1.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUZtdIl8Z1k/WkGYOaBedHI/AAAAAAAAN9Y/wLnVB0brIM83wqQ2PaZxDTdRZNSWPiBAgCLcBGAs/s1600/AD95F171-0B74-4852-A326-98A33C0C31AE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUZtdIl8Z1k/WkGYOaBedHI/AAAAAAAAN9Y/wLnVB0brIM83wqQ2PaZxDTdRZNSWPiBAgCLcBGAs/s320/AD95F171-0B74-4852-A326-98A33C0C31AE.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WfDpDpC3GU/WkGYMSrsfzI/AAAAAAAAN9U/heDlAlsoMl0xP2bao8fyi54dpGE-bBKAwCLcBGAs/s1600/B03343F4-A29C-4BC5-8A8D-C7A59D85F19D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WfDpDpC3GU/WkGYMSrsfzI/AAAAAAAAN9U/heDlAlsoMl0xP2bao8fyi54dpGE-bBKAwCLcBGAs/s320/B03343F4-A29C-4BC5-8A8D-C7A59D85F19D.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xOw-v2MWgM/WkGYPYQYKWI/AAAAAAAAN9c/d4rd3AWv8uAir1YQ_TfEjIwSnPtdaS_GQCLcBGAs/s1600/FE29682C-1F35-411C-9CDB-DC67510D960F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5xOw-v2MWgM/WkGYPYQYKWI/AAAAAAAAN9c/d4rd3AWv8uAir1YQ_TfEjIwSnPtdaS_GQCLcBGAs/s320/FE29682C-1F35-411C-9CDB-DC67510D960F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 110%; color: #333333;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-few-advent-christmas-reflections-from.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-9195037318160378916Wed, 20 Dec 2017 17:32:00 +00002017-12-20T11:32:41.713-06:00Best part of vacation?<div id="compose-container" style="direction: ltr" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage"> <span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span itemprop="name" content="Outlook Mobile for iOS"></span></span> <div> <div style="direction: ltr;">Exercising to your heart's content. Today after a leisurely and tasty breakfast, I started to work:</div> <div><br> </div> <div style="direction: ltr;">10K steps done</div> <div style="direction: ltr;">Sprints run (using the stairs at home!)</div> <div style="direction: ltr;">200 pushups</div> <div style="direction: ltr;">107 chest presses</div> <div style="direction: ltr;">100 kettlebell swings</div> <div><br> </div> <div style="direction: ltr;">Currently feeling? FABULOUS. I love how when you're done sprints, you're always feeling great (after you stop feeling dead).&nbsp;</div> </div> </div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/best-part-of-vacation.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-5210394811661386044Sun, 17 Dec 2017 20:26:00 +00002017-12-17T15:55:39.073-06:00Such a joyous Gaudete!<div id="compose-container" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage" style="direction: ltr;"><span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span content="Outlook Mobile for iOS" itemprop="name"></span></span> <br /><div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKfB9uaw6g0/WjbS79opwMI/AAAAAAAAN78/WpVRgCTOIkM9nCCahy1Gt82gJsJq6IRCQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-3-781657.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6500615039755075778" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gKfB9uaw6g0/WjbS79opwMI/AAAAAAAAN78/WpVRgCTOIkM9nCCahy1Gt82gJsJq6IRCQCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-3-781657.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">"...and lighten the darkness of our hearts by Your gracious visitation..." Collect, Gaudete</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Joys abounding. Bach's Was Frag Ich nach der Welt with John Thoelke on trumpet... "On Jordan's Bank"... Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say rejoice!... Comfort, comfort my people, says Your God... Stir up Your might and come to save us!... E'en so, Lord Jesus, quickly come... Do not pronounce judgment before the time, before the Lord comes, who will bring to light... And the dead are raised up and the poor have good news preached to them... "Hark! A Thrilling Voice Is Sounding"... Peace. He will speak peace to His people for the beautiful homily by Pr. Gleason... Gerhardt's "Love caused Your incarnation..." in Bach's setting, strings and organ and choir... "Comfort, Comfort Ye," "When All the World Was Cursed," "Arise, O Christian People"... The precious body and blood of Christ, our very peace with our Father... "O Savior, Rend the Heavens"... Walther's Freu dich sehr.</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pM22ImSnTL0/WjbS8bEGZXI/AAAAAAAAN8E/Mnhs739GPIgbZHVLknC-mluziOqmTsrDwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-4-784719.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6500615047654827378" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pM22ImSnTL0/WjbS8bEGZXI/AAAAAAAAN8E/Mnhs739GPIgbZHVLknC-mluziOqmTsrDwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-4-784719.png" /></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/such-joyous-gaudete.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-2163309161481721193Wed, 13 Dec 2017 22:37:00 +00002017-12-13T16:37:56.301-06:00A beautiful homily for St. Lucia’s dayBy director of Campus Ministry and LCMS U, Marcus Zill:<br /><br />IC CHAPEL (13 December 2017)<br /><br />Commemoration of Lucia, Martyr<br /><br /><br />Comfort, comfort my people, says your God.<br />Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her<br />that her warfare is ended,<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; that her iniquity is pardoned,<br />that she has received from the LORD's hand<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; double for all her sins.<br /><br />~ Isaiah 40:1-2<br /><br />In the name of Jesus. Amen.<br /><br />These days are the darkest times of the year. It is not an accident that St. Lucia, whose name derives from lux, light, is commemorated when the days are the shortest. Festivals of light became very popular in northern Europe during this time of the year, especially since today was once considered the shortest day of the year. Lucia, a 4th century saint of Christian light, became a natural choice for commemoration as popular art often depicts her with a crown of flickering candles adorning her head. (Pastor Weedon actually asked me to dress her part today, but I declined).<br /><br />What is true according to the normal pattern of the seasons is also true when one considers the spiritual condition of these dark and latter days in which we live. It is certainly significant that the Christ was born when light is the least, when darkness is palpable. <br />There is not much that is known for certain about Lucia except that she was from Sicily (and not Scandinaia), that she devoted herself to the nurture and care of the poor, and she died in 304 A.D. as a Christian martyr under the persecution of the Roman Emperor Diocletion.<br /><br />Several legends have grown up around Lucia, enough that we don’t have time to go into all of them, but when given the opportunity to renounce her Christian faith, Lucia is reported to have simply smiled and said, “I wish to please Christ.”<br /><br />Two separate legends, though not verified, do state that Lucia’s eyes were gouged out. With or without her earthly eyes, Lucia, the young maiden of light, certainly fixed her eyes upon Jesus. The Lord Himself taught “the eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light.” (Matthew 6:22)<br /><br />The Light of the world Himself has taught us also that “the kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field.” (Matthew 13:44) Lucia’s lifeless murdered body was placed in a grave, hidden in a field as it were, hardly the stuff of treasure in the eyes of the world – just one more dead girl, one more executed Christian, one more candle snuffed out, one more person who would not obey the state, one more speed bump in a cruel Caesar’s quest to become like God.<br /><br />And yet it is St. Lucia who now “in glory shines” while “we feebly struggle” and while the unbelieving Caesars of every time and place wail and gnash their teeth in the darkness. Evil may have claimed Lucia’s eyes, Satan may have spilled her lifeblood, but today she, who was sanctified by the very blood of Christ, sees God face to face! &nbsp;And what’s more, the light of Christ shone in her good works and good confession, reflecting this holy light upon those of us who yet “dwell in darkness and the shadow of death.”<br /><br />Darkness cannot diminish even one flickering candle even as a mighty Caesar cannot extinguish the witness of a young girl who confesses a king greater than he. Lucia’s eternal testimony, like that of many of the martyrs of her age, proclaimed to the world that we Christians have overcome death – by the death of Christ – and that through Christ, in Christ, by Christ, and yes even with Christ – we have eternal life. &nbsp;We share in His light and we stand defiant against the darkness of the grave.<br /><br />Our Lord Jesus Christ, the light of the world, the light of life, the uncreated light who created light by means of His uncreated Word – shines among us, through us, and in us, dear friends. &nbsp;Even when – and especially when – all we see around us with our failing eyes is the darkness of our sins, the inevitability of death, and the cruelty of this world’s Satanic tyranny – His Word remains a “lamp to our feet and a light to our path.”<br /><br />Dear children of light, we do not cower in fear at these dark times. Rather, Holy Scripture which Isaiah reminds us remains forever, calls us to sobriety, that God-given ability to remain in complete control of our passions and thoughts without excess or confusion. The virtues of faith and love, those mighty breastplates of the Lord have not lost their strength and vitality. That virtue of hope grounded in the salvation promised to us in Christ Jesus remains as sturdy and sure a helmet as it did for Lucia and all the martyred saints who have gone before us.<br /><br />The Light that illumined the heart and soul of a Sicilian maiden also shines within each of you, not by virtue of anything that is because of You, but by virtue of everything that is in Him. The powers of darkness thought they had blown out that light at Golgotha but they were wrong about Christ, and they can’t snuff out those who confess and bear witness to His light either.<br /><br />Will you be called to speak your testimony before kings, magistrates, or those in high positions of authority? That is not for us to say. But like Lucia, if so, you shall not be put to shame either. On this St. Lucia’s day, be reminded, enlightened, and encouraged by “the God of peace who himself sanctifies you completely. And may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.” (1 Thess. 5:23)<br /><br />Lucia is now comforted. Her warfare is ended, her inquity is pardoned and she has received from the Lord’s hand, double for all her sins.<br />As have each of you….<br />In the name of Jesus, the Light which darkness cannot overcome. Amen.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-beautiful-homily-for-st-lucias-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-2575673883612963360Tue, 12 Dec 2017 15:48:00 +00002017-12-12T09:50:25.090-06:00A most kind review......by T. R. Halvorson:<br /><br /><a href="http://lutherancatechism.com/2017/12/do-you-want-wonder-at-christmas-read-this-book/">Wonder at Christmas</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-most-kind-review.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-5200328378887179310Sun, 10 Dec 2017 21:03:00 +00002017-12-10T16:33:54.777-06:00Populus Sion It struck me as an excess of caution, but my son advised dear wife and me to stay home today from church just to make sure that we were not carrying any remnant of that nasty flu. We did so. Cindi’s still a bit weak, but doing much, much better. So we were exiled from our church family on the day of “Lo, He Comes.” Most sad. Still, we sat with our coffee and prayed Matins. That PrayNow app really is amazing for such an occasion. But then Cindi asked if those were the readings for Sunday and I explained that the daily lectionary goes its own unterrupted way. So, we also prayed the collect of the day, sang “The King Shall Come,” read the three readings from the Divine Service, sang “Lo, He Comes,” and then joined in the old general prayer from The Order of Morning Service (mostly known as p. 5). It wasn’t nearly as good as BEING in church, but we knew ourselves not to be alone, and that was quite a comfort. And a little bit of Lutheran Public Radio nicely rounded off the morning.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/populus-sion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-1021301996348086971Thu, 07 Dec 2017 15:41:00 +00002017-12-07T09:43:40.290-06:00Some delightful poetry<div id="compose-container" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage" style="direction: ltr;"><span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span content="Outlook Mobile for iOS" itemprop="name"></span></span> <br /><div><div style="direction: ltr;">Thanks to dear friend Henry Gerike for this one:</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://1journey.net/stdavids/SW/poetry/sharonsprayer.htm">Sharon’s Prayer</a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Thanks to dear friend Rachel Bomberger for these:</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://eerdword.com/2011/12/21/two-poems-of-the-incarnation-by-luci-shaw/">Two Poems of the Incarnation</a></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/some-delightful-poetry.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-8927274518533327950Tue, 05 Dec 2017 02:35:00 +00002017-12-04T20:35:20.567-06:00An Old Lutheran Quote<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129; font-family: inherit;">From Luther's Easter homily, 1540, in the Church Postils (VII:188, 189):</span><br /><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">These passages, as is also stated elsewhere, teach that a Christian by faith lays hold upon the purity of Christ, for which reason he is also regarded pure and begins to make progress in purity; for faith brings the Holy Spirit, who works in man, enabling him to withstand and to subdue sin... Such, we must know, is the nature of Christ's office and dominion in his Church that though he really does instan<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">taneously, through faith, confer upon us his purity, and by the Spirit transforms our hearts, yet the work of transformation and purification is not at once completed. Daily Christ works in us and purges us, to the end that we grow in purity daily. This work He carries on through the agency of the Word, admonishing, reproving, correcting and strengthening... Christ also uses crosses and afflictions in effecting this end.... The sins remaining in the saints after conversion are various evil inclinations, lusts, and desires natural to man and contrary to the law of God. The saints, as well as others, are conscious of these sins, but with this difference: they do not permit themselves to be overcome thereby so as to obey the sins, allowing them free reign; they do not yield to, but resist such sins, and, as Paul expresses it here, incessantly purge themselves therefrom. The sins of the saints, according to him, are the very ones which they purge out. Those who obey their lusts, however, do not do this, but give free reign to the flesh and sin against the protest of their own conscience...If you persist in that which is evil regardless of the voice of conscience, you cannot say, nor believe, that you have God's favor.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/an-old-lutheran-quote.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-1316588834984362957Sat, 02 Dec 2017 18:31:00 +00002017-12-02T14:55:29.331-06:00Weedon Family News 2017<div id="compose-container" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage" style="direction: ltr;"><span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span content="Outlook Mobile for iOS" itemprop="name"></span></span> <br /><div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqJnNxWdPpc/WiLxrkA_uQI/AAAAAAAAN5c/jKhCjNdXcoAMOlq-5kQIOb9xcn_CLwgmQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-2-733762.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019343326198018" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GqJnNxWdPpc/WiLxrkA_uQI/AAAAAAAAN5c/jKhCjNdXcoAMOlq-5kQIOb9xcn_CLwgmQCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-2-733762.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Here a maid was found with child,</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Yet remained a virgin mild.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>In her womb this truth was shown</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>God was there upon His throne.&nbsp;</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">LSB 332:3</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Here's wishing you all a blessed Advent-tide and Christmas!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">&nbsp;2017 was a year full of blessings from heaven, some tears, and some overflowing joys.</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Some of the joys...</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Birth of Felicity Lynn Herberts, grandchild six, granddaughter three... Birth of Oliver James Weedon, grandchild seven, grandson four... Rebekah and Andy's engagement... Lauren and Dean's move to Sheldon/Gilman WI, bringing them only 8 hours away... Reformation in Honolulu and a week on Oahu with Van Ulfts and Klingers and visiting with friend, Karl Bachman... Watching the eclipse in good company and enjoying the traffic jam of the century in good company... Welcoming Kantor Jan Muth to St. Paul's as organist, choir director and bell choir director, and all things music for school... Institute on Liturgy, Preaching, and Church Music (a truly crazy and fun week with Sandy Bowers, Wagners, Thoelkes and Sharon Braasch)... Deb and Dee joining us for a joyous celebration of Dave’s 80th birthday... Bill's second book written and published (Thank, Praise, Serve and Obey, published by Concordia Publishing House)... Bill's trip to Idaho for congregational anniversary and to enjoy a wonderful visit with his oldest brother, Butch... Music, music, music: Cindi in Collinsville Chorale and St. Paul's Bells and loving her time with John Behnke at the Institute; and Cindi, Bill, and David in adult choir at St. Paul... Opa (Dave DeVries) fully retired and both shoulders DONE... Goddaughter's Lindsey's confirmation... Delightful week with Jim Krauser in town in August... Grandkids and kids all together for a wild and crazy visit...&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Some of the tears...</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Lauren's battle with some chronic kidney stones... The farewell to the good folks at St. Paul's Norlina who have become very dear to our hearts and are like family to the Herberts... Beloved friend, Stephanie Van Ulft, diagnosed with aggressive thyroid cancer... Cindi breaking a toe and tearing meniscus while helping with the Herberts' move...&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Grandparents' obsession...&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Sawyer, our loud but shy introvert with an astounding imagination and sensitivity... Annabelle, our little mommy always looking out for her brothers and little sister and a gymnast with a flexibility that just doesn't seem possible... Lydia, our ever singing ballerina who throws out "whys" as fast as she whirls about, never misses a visual detail, and issues the near constant invitation: "play with me!"... Flynn, our wild and crazy daredevil and with a temper to match the reddish tint in his hair and a smile so sweet you can't really get angry with the imp... Henry, the most laid back, calm and self-entertained child ever, except when he spots food that he isn't being fed, because then he's insta-beast... Felicity, she likes apples and hugs and she smiles a heart-melting smile nearly nonstop... Oliver James awful young yet, but he has a bit of that red—like Flynn—and he's a child #3 too, so we'll see; right now he just coos his way into your heart.</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">We love and miss you all! Please remember our door is open and our guest room ready!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Much love!</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Bill and Cindi</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWJnXnFgszk/WiLxsDiufvI/AAAAAAAAN5k/b-JpVk3OeuAJHpdAyrsRg_ADnHyWRv3YQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-3-735807.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019351789174514" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWJnXnFgszk/WiLxsDiufvI/AAAAAAAAN5k/b-JpVk3OeuAJHpdAyrsRg_ADnHyWRv3YQCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-3-735807.png" /></a></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GN1uykNYhIY/WiLxs11DjvI/AAAAAAAAN50/4Ll2f_eTuXQgTvyVIk9ogaHcxxiZFSNLACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-4-738584.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019365287825138" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GN1uykNYhIY/WiLxs11DjvI/AAAAAAAAN50/4Ll2f_eTuXQgTvyVIk9ogaHcxxiZFSNLACK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-4-738584.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtBWnnUbjCE/WiLxtdlEBNI/AAAAAAAAN58/sHOTS6JXHoIiytBOX9sQH71nLKoK_7wlQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-6-739751.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019375958164690" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtBWnnUbjCE/WiLxtdlEBNI/AAAAAAAAN58/sHOTS6JXHoIiytBOX9sQH71nLKoK_7wlQCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-6-739751.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm9qH7Ww46s/WiLxt9p3PxI/AAAAAAAAN6E/r07YuLiFH_oi-6GgoqUMNpEvsfA7-GDRgCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-7-742247.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019384568233746" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jm9qH7Ww46s/WiLxt9p3PxI/AAAAAAAAN6E/r07YuLiFH_oi-6GgoqUMNpEvsfA7-GDRgCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-7-742247.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRNtqsWGgwE/WiLxvPXMCUI/AAAAAAAAN6M/YIS5fI6xnlc6dcSOfuLb-28QyYd9z7ONwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-8-747064.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019406501611842" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRNtqsWGgwE/WiLxvPXMCUI/AAAAAAAAN6M/YIS5fI6xnlc6dcSOfuLb-28QyYd9z7ONwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-8-747064.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyiIIAHQXCE/WiLxvqkp0qI/AAAAAAAAN6U/HuFSdL1OVMgOSx3ezIl4Vzbtt6RzwxB-gCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-9-749342.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6495019413805847202" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyiIIAHQXCE/WiLxvqkp0qI/AAAAAAAAN6U/HuFSdL1OVMgOSx3ezIl4Vzbtt6RzwxB-gCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-9-749342.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/weedon-family-news-2017.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-5508057138870690002Sat, 02 Dec 2017 14:53:00 +00002017-12-02T15:07:18.500-06:00Holy Advent<div id="compose-container" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage" style="direction: ltr;"><span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span content="Outlook Mobile for iOS" itemprop="name"></span></span> <br /><div><div style="direction: ltr;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y2y5_pPGFk/WiLBI_mhPXI/AAAAAAAAN5E/ub-hMguvgGMJD5kM6hw3F8FOSLReMQMSgCLcBGAs/s1600/F0AB5B48-6389-446F-AB23-37B78380C7BF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="400" height="188" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y2y5_pPGFk/WiLBI_mhPXI/AAAAAAAAN5E/ub-hMguvgGMJD5kM6hw3F8FOSLReMQMSgCLcBGAs/s200/F0AB5B48-6389-446F-AB23-37B78380C7BF.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>With the setting of the sun tonight, Advent will be upon us. It is a very short season for Western Christians this year. Just a smidge over three weeks, the shortest possible. What joy to welcome its arrival, though, with the wreath and the growing light and warmth, the many beautiful Advent carols, the extra services where we lighten the long and dark evenings with the Word and prayer, psalms and songs!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">The color of Advent is either blue (more modern, though based on older Swedish and Sarum precedents) or violet. Either way, it is good to remember that it is a season of penitence. John the Baptist figures large, with his constant warning and challenge to us not to settle down into the ways of this world, thus failing to be prepared to welcome God's surprise inbreaking, the joyous arrival of His Kingdom in the flesh of His Son and our Bridegroom. The collect we pray this week reminds us why we need Advent so very much: “rescue us from the threatening perils of our sins.” We have a hard time believing that our sins ARE threatening perils. Advent and St. John the Baptist remind us that they are. They always damage us and unchecked would utterly destroy us. Advent is a time of gracious intervention: God’s intervention. God’s breaking into our hell-bent, death-bent, self-bent lives and world with unfathomable mercy and grace.</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Maybe this year in addition to lighting your Advent wreath and saying the prophecy table devotions (see below: Advent Table Devotions), consider adding the Advent litany to your prayers, at least on Wednesday and Friday (the two standing penitential days each week). We'll be using it daily in Chapel at the International Center:</div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Lord, have mercy upon us.</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Lord, have mercy upon us.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Christ, have mercy upon us.</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Christ, have mercy upon us.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Lord, have mercy upon us.</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Lord, have mercy upon us.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Jesus, name called Wonderful; Jesus, our great Counselor; Jesus, true and mighty God; Jesus, Father of the age to come; Jesus, Prince of Peace:</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>We praise and bless Your holy name.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Jesus, Son of David; Jesus, Branch of Jesse; Jesus, Rose of Sharon; Jesus, Lily of the Valleys; Jesus, Bright and Morning Star.</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Deliver us from our sins, we pray You.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Jesus, Scepter of Israel; Jesus, Light of the Gentiles; Jesus, Desire of all nations; Jesus, Sun of Righteousness; Jesus, Lawgiver, Priest, Judge and King:</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Help us and bless us.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">O Jesus hear us,</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>And prepare us for Your coming.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Gather Your ancient people, the Jews, to Yourself; Cause all the Gentiles to come to Your light and truth; Convert all leaders and rulers of nations to fall down before You and to desire Your beauty:</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Hear our prayer, O Lord, and let our cry come unto You.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Help Your messengers to prepare the way before You in every land; Let all the nations fear You as long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations; Endue Your ministers with righteousness and knowledge; Preserve all who put their trust in You; remember all who are afflicted or suffering in any way (especially…); and give peace to all Your people:</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Hear our prayer, O Lord, and let our cry come unto You.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Prepare us for Your coming.</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>and save us from our sins.</i></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i><br /> </i></div><div style="direction: ltr;">Lord, remember us in Your kingdom and teach us to pray.</div><div style="direction: ltr;"><i>Our Father...</i><br /><i><br /></i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmigHcud2Uo/WiLBZjjGP5I/AAAAAAAAN5I/S0p3tMeApGkTn50978GX48P34WRm6KAoACLcBGAs/s1600/3A0AD129-4D0B-4444-8CDC-6035B36F008C.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="375" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmigHcud2Uo/WiLBZjjGP5I/AAAAAAAAN5I/S0p3tMeApGkTn50978GX48P34WRm6KAoACLcBGAs/s320/3A0AD129-4D0B-4444-8CDC-6035B36F008C.gif" width="263" /></a></div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/12/holy-advent.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-7568736795930468113Fri, 01 Dec 2017 00:10:00 +00002017-11-30T18:12:36.858-06:00It’s here!<div id="compose-container" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage" style="direction: ltr;"><span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span content="Outlook Mobile for iOS" itemprop="name"></span></span> <br /><div><div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4SSL-WOH2NY/WiCeGbMfuPI/AAAAAAAAN40/4Oj8wUJ6ozomCyxsqOh9MXUDWZsUL_mlgCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-2-763140.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6494364495884826866" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4SSL-WOH2NY/WiCeGbMfuPI/AAAAAAAAN40/4Oj8wUJ6ozomCyxsqOh9MXUDWZsUL_mlgCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-2-763140.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;">This was a fun book to write, and I hope it proves to be a blessing to the folks who read it. You can order a copy right <a href="https://books.cph.org/thank-praise-serve-obey-piety">here.</a></div><div><br /></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/11/its-here.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-638175326158978047Tue, 28 Nov 2017 21:45:00 +00002017-11-28T15:45:35.608-06:00Rebekah<div id="compose-container" style="direction: ltr" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/EmailMessage"> <span itemprop="creator" itemscope="" itemtype="https://schema.org/Organization"><span itemprop="name" content="Outlook Mobile for iOS"></span></span> <div> <div style="direction: ltr;">Is out east visiting with family. Aunt Sandy was showing her around the old stomping grounds today. She snapped this pic of the house I called home for the first 19 years of my life. Those two trees in front? I remember the day that my daddy and I planted them. Little maple seedlings. The window to the left of the front door was my bedroom. And that's the same chain link fence that was there when I was growing up. I recognize the grill on the top of the gates.&nbsp;</div> <div><br> </div> <div style="direction: ltr;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E58pODU6yWc/Wh3ZAZDuslI/AAAAAAAAN4c/DKh2NZBi_yUN-LRMYB-3mO8n00Kit5aLwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Image-735609.png"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E58pODU6yWc/Wh3ZAZDuslI/AAAAAAAAN4c/DKh2NZBi_yUN-LRMYB-3mO8n00Kit5aLwCK4BGAYYCw/s320/Image-735609.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6493584838487880274" /></a></div> <br> </div> </div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/11/rebekah.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-3673603543515004911Sun, 26 Nov 2017 17:11:00 +00002017-11-26T11:11:36.362-06:00A Rough SundayIn our parish. Our family in Christ lost two members last week: Gary and Adam. Both were dear to so many of us. Another member had a stroke and is hospitalized. Another member just got out of the hospital after a heart issue. Word reached this morning that former vacancy pastor, Pastor Gary Galen had also fallen asleep in Jesus.
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<br>And then God gives us the Last Sunday...with its comforting readings and the most astounding hymns.
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<br>Kantor and Pastor both preached this morning, both gave the comfort of the promised resurrection and our desired reunion with those we love. Wachet Auf from the Sch&#252;bler chorales kicked off. Then we sang &quot;The Bridegroom Soon Shall Call Us.&quot; This is the hymn pastor highlighted in Bible Class. It just doesn&#39;t get better or more comforting, and with tears in our eyes we can DANCE to that hymn. The hymn of the day, of course, the King of the Lutheran Chorales: &quot;Wake, Awake.&quot; Pastor&#39;s sermon was spot on good news. Not destined to wrath, but to obtain salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. The closing hymn was &quot;Rejoice, Rejoice, Believers!&quot; Christian Meinzen added his trumpet to these great hymns (and a couple others) and &quot;fueled up&quot; by the sermon and the Supper we sang defiantly.
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<br>Death hasn&#39;t won. Not over Gary. Not over Adam. It will not win over us. The Bridegroom will come and call us to the wedding feast.
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<br>In that fair home shall never
<br>Be silent music&#39;s voice.
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<br>Come, Lord Jesus! Come, quickly!<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/11/a-rough-sunday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291232.post-2179309255682328561Sat, 25 Nov 2017 15:09:00 +00002017-11-25T09:09:58.300-06:00Remembering Mom<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTNCWRb19XA/WhmHx7dGQQI/AAAAAAAAN3Y/_ciXevWx8hUrya7B9dQ538JuQlN-owl4ACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/image1-798301.jpeg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTNCWRb19XA/WhmHx7dGQQI/AAAAAAAAN3Y/_ciXevWx8hUrya7B9dQ538JuQlN-owl4ACK4BGAYYCw/s320/image1-798301.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6492369629674356994" /></a></p>She died upon this day in 1994. That year, it was the day after Thanksgiving. 23 years ago. Doesn&#39;t seem possible. This year on her birthday she&#39;d have turned 100.
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<br>My brother Joe best captured her: &quot;I know no matter what I ever do or don&#39;t do, she&#39;ll always love me.&quot; That sort of love provides an anchor for the soul. It&#39;s also way too easy to take it for granted. I know I did.
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<br>Her favorite Bible verse (which was also her dear Aunt Nannie&#39;s): &quot;Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.&quot; Psalm 116:15.
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<br>May God rest your soul, mom, and bring you to the joy of the resurrection morn, in the new heavens and the new earth, where bodies are whole and memories are healed and we will be reunited with those we have loved before the throne of the Lamb!<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/WeedonsBlog</div>http://weedon.blogspot.com/2017/11/remembering-mom.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (William Weedon)1